She wanted to go to a few clubs (ugggghhhhh) so we did. She and I can attract the creepiest guys in a place within 5 minutes. We should go on America's Got Talent. Anyways, this particular night coughed up a guy who apparently thought my mere presence gave him the right to put his hands on me. With no provocation he grabbed my wrist and forced me to dance with him. I wrested it away from his grip (not that easy to do...he did NOT want me ditching him) and told him to back off. This apparently translated to "hold my hand" and he threaded his fingers with my other hand. NO. I hastily removed myself to the other side of the room and spent our remaining time there hyper aware of his movements. He just stood on the edge of the crowd scanning faces for mine. I've never met someone so aggressively and openly predatory. He was also old enough to be my father...at least.
Luckily BFF wasn't too smashed at this point and knew the rest of us wanted to leave, so we moved to another place with a more congenial environment where we danced with each other in relative peace.
i just don't understand how these nasty men think their approach pays dividends. I mean, do women actually respond positively to this? If people were literally running away from me I think I might do some soul searching as to why.
Post by starrieskies on Aug 5, 2013 12:38:53 GMT -5
Gross!! On the subject of creepy men...
I interviewed a guy last week who was older than my dad for an entry level laborer positon. He kept licking his lips through the ENTIRE interview! It seriously creeped me out. I couldn't end that one soon enough!
Guys like this make me want to keep wearing my wedding ring after the divorce. But I find that thought equally gross, although it is pretty.
At my bachelorette a friend of mine was dancing with a guy and he put his hand up her skirt. He was a regular at that club (we were out of town) so it took me talking to three different staff/managers to get him kicked out. He ended up seeing us again at a restaurant and tried intimidating us. He was a big ass dude.
The sad thing was that she was like, "it's not a big deal...it happens all the time" She's young, so apparently it's gotten worse. I don't remember that being normal when I was out clubbing.
We enjoyed ourselves before and after that place. There are some pictures I hope don't make it to FB. From September-May the area is very college-centric and we've had a good time there before (at other b-lette parties). The 20something set comports themselves more appropriately, or at least just leaves us old hags alone. It really skeeved me out that this strange guy just acted like I was some object he could do anything to. I am not his personal plaything.
The second place seemed to be where the in-town students hung out, and it was much more a "Hey, congrats, have a shot!" than a "Hey, congrats, let me molest you!" atmosphere.
I like restaurants/bars and I like wineries and I like breweries, but I've never enjoyed playing grab ass at a club.
Somewhat unrelated, but I saw one of the pics on BFF's phone and for the first time I realized I've lost some weight. Like, holy shit.
I had one of those moments over the weekend too. I had to go through a box full of random pictures. There was a very obvious difference in the way I looked then (even pre-pregnancy!). Its kind of nice to be able to look at it and see how far I've come. Maybe one day when I'm feeling low I'll do a before and after pip so you can all tell me how great I look.